The Sewphist
@thesewphist.bsky.social
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Drawer of birds, designer of fabric, sewer of gorgeous things you might want to buy from me. I also really like food, walking and cycling. www.thesewphist.com
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Yeah, I whacked them on the bench a few times abs prised one off. I went for 200g of milk powder, hoping I get a nice thick yoghurt.
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FYI, I am finally getting around to trying this.

I hope that the yoghurt that I froze in the wake of this previous conversation defrosts ok. The portions had got all stuck together in the freezer...
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Me too. I had an adult reading age when I was 7. I think it kept my mum on her toes a bit.
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I reckon it tracks. When I was a lass, J1 and J2 (now year 1 & 2) were often also called primer 1/2, pronounced with the very short i.
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That is so awesome! I'm glad there are still good people around. <3
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Well that would make more sense if it didn’t have the o.

I moved here after living abroad in French speaking countries for a while, so my natural inclination was to pronounce it “je(r)-vois”.

Apparently it’s “Jarvis”.

The other one is apparently properly said Marshbanks, or even Marshbang! 🤷‍♀️
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Marjoribanks.

And it took me a good fifteen, maybe twenty years after moving here to finally get my head around how to pronounce Jervois Quay.
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Once you buy them, they're yours!
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Yeah, I have a very complicated relationship with mushrooms. Sliced in soup, fine. Sliced into a salad, nope. Mushroom sauce on steak? Yum! Mushrooms on toast? No. No. No. Grilled portobello? Get that thing away from me. Etc.
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Based on my experiences during chemo, I’d say a little from column a, a little from column b? My spice tolerance plummeted for a few years (body). My friends bought bags of green onion chips for my buzz cut party, right on cue for the worst side effects, and I couldn’t eat them again for months (🧠).
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Wait, so the cure to my insomnia, which gets cruelly worse the more tired I am, is to find a crone who will body swap me with someone who is very disciplined at 8 hours a night? If anyone who fits the latter description ever needs my brain to pull an all nighter for them…
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See we know foods must taste different because some people don’t like coriander.

I think the colour/word pondering is a thing that some people always wonder about, yet it would not even occur to other people.
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But how am I going to compare an image that takes days or weeks or months or years to create to an ephemeral brain image?
And sometimes the image you meant to create tells you that something needs to be different along the way.
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And if I’ve been told my whole life that the sky is blue, then to me, that is blue. But I still don’t know if the way you see blue is the same, because you too have always been told that the sky is blue.
Even if we’re looking at Pantone charts, our brains might map a standardised system differently.
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Thank you! Last time I said something like this I got told (I can’t remember who by) that we have sound waves and eardrums, light wavelengths and rods and cones, so we know the mechanisms, but my brain still says “I say a word the way I perceive it. You might perceive me saying that word your way.”
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Except… I don’t really visualise stuff much. Like if I really need to, I can sometimes pull up the briefest image or replay if I locked the door, but it’s not stable. And yet, I don’t often do croquis, because images are fairly fully formed in my head before I start drawing. Just not visually.
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I understand that our mechanisms for seeing and hearing and producing sound are more or less the same across everyone, but, metaphorically, how do I know that the blue I associate with “sky” resembles the colour you see in your brain? Do you even see music like I do?
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See, my internal monologue has been coming back to this particular point on a fairly regular basis since I was maybe 10 or so, 6 maybe. I think realising that each of my eyes has a different colourcast may have set it off. Also, have you ever noticed how weird the word “that” sounds?
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However much cheese it says, double it.
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My MIL bakes like that. Things with lovely shortbread bases, nothing measured. I don’t know how she does it!
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I’m on my third copy, but it looks like my mum’s “newer” one. The older one (probably from 50s or early 60s) was in imperial.
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Disco-kererū is guarding the scones now.
A tea towel with my Disco-dancing kererū art printed on it has been wrapped around the scones, and placed on a wire cooling rack. In front of them on the bench is a white plate with one cheese scone, spilt and buttered. It’s almost like the kererū is eyeing it up.
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I forgot the salt.

I’ll go edit the recipe now…